THIS IS A PHOTO OF
my son, and a beautiful woman . . .
This is my son, Daniel. He lives in a group home in California. He is unable to talk, unable to walk, unable to care for even his most basic needs–he does not even swallow. I live a very long ways away. Yes, I miss him, very much.
He is able to attend Calvary church because caregivers take him and because the church welcomes and “makes room” for him. Caregivers change out frequently, and this past Sunday, the annual baptismal service, a beautiful woman I have never met accompanied him.
Here is the story I heard from my friend:
I looked over and noticed the woman was crying during the service, obviously moved by the testimonies. As they were baptizing an invitation went out for anyone else who wanted to be baptized to come forward. Next thing I know Cheryl was leading the woman up to the baptism area. I could hear her worrying about Daniel but Cheryl reassured her saying, “I will watch him”. The pastors talked to the woman, she was supplied with shorts and a tee shirt, she gave a brief testimony and was baptized.
My son Daniel still lives in a group home. He is still unable to talk, walk, or care for even his most basic needs. I still live a very long ways away. . . .